Tuesday, June 23, 2015

There lies something

Red
Poured into a painting
Rainfall
Into sceneries

I forget
For you
Whom to blame
Whom to blame for
Whitewashed memories

The world tumbles
Around a palace of
Silenced memories

Where I found
At the centre
The core
Dreams
In broken prayer beads
There lies something
Unforeseen
Every step
An end and a beginning

We drank
A cup of water
Talked into the night
I was not allowed
Inside
Someone
Told us to leave

I was so serious
About everything
Pouring red
Into a painting
Recalling memories
Trying to understand
Growing harsher
Growing
Into a friend